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Neither of us voice those three words. For some, they’re so easy to share. They fall from other people’s lips like a day-to-day greeting, inconsequential almost.Easy. But for me, for my boys, they’re words that get trapped inside, stuck in our hearts, caged away. You see, when loving someone has only ever let you down, failed you, it’s very hard to voice those words for fear that in doing so you open yourself up to a world of pain.
All I can do is show Camden how I feel, just like I did for Eastern, Ford and Sonny.
Camden groans into my mouth, his body pressing against mine as he pushes me up against the tiled wall. I can taste the longing on his lips and the saltiness of his tears on my tongue as I wrap myself around him and kiss him back with everything I have.
The warmth from the spray is no match to the heat rising between us. Camden’s kisses become more demanding as his tongue strokes against my own. Between us I can feel his arousal, thick and long, steel encased in satin. Reaching down I wrap my hand around the width of his cock, stroking him. His fingers tighten in my hair as he pulls back slightly to look at me.
“You keep touching me like that, I won’t be able to contain myself…”
Of my four boys he’s the only one who isn’t circumcised and as he grows in my hand, his foreskin rolls back to reveal a cock that is dark purple at the head.
“I don’t want you to contain yourself, Camden,” I reply, dropping to my knees before him. When I look up at him he’s leaning over with his forehead pressed against his arm on the wall. His topaz eyes bore into my soul as he looks down at me, pools of blissful distraction that I want to dive into and never, ever, come up for air. He reaches down, his fingers trailing over my cheek. It’s such a gentle gesture and in such stark contrast to his almost violent erection that I hold in my hands.
“What if I let go…”
“Then I’ll catch you.”
Camden nods, releasing my face, then gently holds the back of my head as I guide his cock into my mouth. He’s so large that I can only draw him in a little way but it doesn’t seem to bother him, given the groans of pleasure breaking free from his lips. Grabbing his wet arse with one hand I massage his cheek and the hard muscles of his thigh as he gently starts to undulate his hips. My lip ring drags up the underside of his cock, teasing the thick vein there.
“Asia, you’ll make me come,” he moans, his fingers twining in my hair, gripping harder. He’s trying to control himself and when I release his cock for a moment, licking upwards from the base to the tip, I look up at him. Camden has his eyes pressed shut, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth. He looks entirely undone and sexy as hell.
The fact that he’s so turned on fuels my own desire and I draw him back into my mouth, sucking and licking. I hollow out my cheeks and when I taste the first drop of his precum I draw him deeper into my mouth, pumping the base of his cock with my fist in time with his heady moans. When his cum spurts in a violent torrent, hitting the back of my throat, my core tightens and my nipples peak at the power I feel, at the intense need of wanting him inside me too. With his chest heaving, Camden’s eyes snap open and he reaches for me, lifting me up under my arms. In one quick motion, I’m standing and he’s kneeling before me, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder before his beautiful lush lips are between my legs and his tongue is licking at my clit.
“Beautiful Asia. My bae. Our girl,” he murmurs against my core.
With my back against the shower wall, and one foot pressed up against the tiles, I grind myself against his mouth, whimpering at the explosion of feeling building between my legs as he fucks me with his tongue.
The sounds he makes as he brings me to orgasm turns me on so much that when he slides two fingers inside me, I let out a loud moan not caring who might hear. I come quickly and hard, collapsing in his arms. Spent.
But he’s not done yet.
Lifting me out of the shower, he strides into the bedroom and lays me on the bed. The door to our room is ajar, and he shuts it quickly before rummaging in his rucksack.
Turning on my side, my body feeling languid, I watch him in the semi-darkness as he crouches down and digs about in his bag, his face so serious. When he doesn’t find what he wants immediately he swears quietly under his breath.
“Lost something?” I ask with a soft laugh.
His eyes flick up, taking in the length of my body.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I could come just looking at you.”
My cheeks flame. “I know how you feel.”
A broad smile lights his face, changing his appearance. I see the boy he once was right there in the fleeting joy in his eyes. When he draws his hand out of the rucksack holding a condom packet, that smile becomes entirely different. It’s darker, shaded with lust and desire.
“Get over here, Cam,” I say huskily, my fingers curling into the bedspread.
Camden rises to his feet, unfurling like a wild orchid in the starlight. He moves towards me, the muscles of his chest and stomach tightening with every step. Rolling onto my back, I push up on my elbows, biting down on my lip ring as I watch him. He leans over me, his hands pressing on the bed on either side of my hips.
“Open up for me, bae,” he says, his mouth parting as he pushes his knee between my legs, urging them to widen. I oblige, my heart tripping up, beating loudly and tearing open, all because of the way he looks at me like I’m his saviour, hishope. It makes me afraid. Afraid that I might let him down, just like my mother let me down. She loved me in her own way, but it didn’t stop her from leaving. What if these feelings I have for Camden, for all my boys, isn’t enough?
“Camden… what if this isn’t enough?” I repeat out loud.
“Shh,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “Don’t go to that place, Asia. Don’t doubt what we have. Don’t fucking do that.”
Settling between my legs, Camden urges me to lay back as he presses his body against mine, encasing me in his warmth. A droplet of water slides over his skin and I press my mouth to his chest capturing it on my tongue. It tastes of him: intoxicating, dangerous, addicting. I want to drink him in, absorb him. I realise that for so long I’ve been parched just like a lone sapling in the middle of a desert, desperate for nourishment.
These boys, they’re my sustenance.
